Christine agrees

"I'll do it." Christine lifted her eyes shyly. "If you make sure Erik gets the training he needs to become a knight, I'll ... I'll be your whore." There was no point in using one of the many euphemisms she could have. What Master Merthin was asking for was a whore. She saw the powerful man's smile broaden in anticipation before he settled on the bed by her side.

Merthin slowly traced a pattern with his right hand on Christine’s back while pulling her in for a chaste kiss with his left. “You will remember this day forever.” Gently pinching her chin with his left hand, Merthin pulled her up to his lips and kissed her passionately. Ever the consummate lover, Merthin waited for her to melt into his body before he claimed her mouth with his tongue.

Christine felt like a thousand fires were burning her up from the inside, but in a good way. She couldn’t handle the heat in her core and felt an ocean of power rush through her. When Merthin put his tongue in her mouth, her mind blanked, body stiffened and she let out a loud moan, and to which she felt Merthin’s lips curl upward.

“Good girl. You kiss better than most of the girls do at first… Much more passion. Do you know how to suck cock?” Merthin asked with a grin on his face that made him somehow look younger. He put his hand on top of her head and pushed her down so that she was level with his groin. Merthin placed her hand on the rather large bulge in his pants. Christine looked at him, question forming on her lips, “Take out my dick, and stroke it. Gentle like. That’s a goooood girl.”

Christine had indeed pulled out his dick and was looking at it with wonder. The penis was big, much bigger than Bishop Anthryl's pink member. It was veiny and thick with a purple head, and it was pulsing with arousal. While Merthin was talking, Christine looked at him with big sapphire eyes; taking a gulp she put her left hand on his ballsack and licked up from the base of his cock to the tip before engulfing the tip into her mouth. “Wherever did you learn that girl?? That is amazing!” Merthin said, thrusting his hips into her face.

“I just did what came naturally. Oh Lord, you taste good!” Christine said, literal drool spilling out from her mouth onto his cock. “Is this right?” Christine bobbed her head back down on Merthin’s rather large cock and squeezed tightly on the base of his cock.

“NOT THAT HARD!” Merthin snapped, pulling her up and away by her hair. “I want you to worship that cock, like it is the most holy relic in Christendom!” Christine's eyes widened; shocked by this blasphemy.

“You don’t ever squeeze a man that hard; this will remind you of that.” Merthin used his hold on her hair, to keep her steady as he pushed his cock gently into her throat. Christine choked, trying to pull her head away, but was unable to. “Breath through the nose,” Merthin instructed her, “otherwise you’ll just end up biting me.” Merthin said, thrusting into her mouth going in only a quarter to half of his entire length. Christine grabbed ahold of her calves, focusing on breathing and sucking. Drool dribbled down onto her chest and tears formed in her eyes before Merthin let up.

“How are you holding up Christine?” Merthin asked breathlessly, pulling his tunic up and over his head, revealing a hefty girth and sagging man-boobs to the world. While Christine panted and caught her breath, Merthin stared at her fat tits with their small pink nipples standing at attention. They were absolutely perfect; drool and sweat combined on top of her breasts to make the naughtiest image he’d seen in many a year.

“Master Merthin, I can't believe I was able to do that.” Christine said breathlessly, gasping for breath as she looked up at Merthin with wanton lust in her eyes. “Can I try again?” Never one to turn down an offer so generous, Merthin pulled her velvety soft mouth back onto his large, veiny, erection.

Over the course of the quarter hour worked his cock down her throat until her nose was touching his grey pubic hair. In spite of her highborn upbringing, Christine Gerard was a natural cock-sucker. Merthin was enraptured by his new plaything, taking the time to analyze and commit to memory an image of Baron Bartholomew's virginal daughter with his cock down her throat.

“I need to confess something My Lord.” Christine said, pulling her head away from Merthin’s penis leaving a string of saliva dripping from her red lips. He acknowledged her with a head nod, “I didn't think you'd be a good lover, Sir. I would have picked someone much younger, stronger ... like a knight.” She blushed shyly, looking a little more like a cock-hungry whore. “I would have been so wrong...”

“I wish I could stay here and show you how good a lover I am, but I must get home before I am missed.” Before Christine could protest, Merthin smiled at her and licked his lips in anticipation. “I'm going to use your mouth again, Christine, but this time I'm going to fuck your mouth like you're a common whore. Do you understand?” She should have been shocked and angered, but instead all she felt was a rush of warmth in her loins.

This time when Merthin pushed into her mouth he held her nose tightly against his crotch enjoying the sounds of her gagging on his cock. She was doing her best to use what she learned, but by now Merthin no longer cared about how she was adjusting.

“Take it you little slut.” He growled as he pulled out just a little and then pushed back down her throat again. “Take my cock like a good whore!” After nearly twenty minutes of having her suck on him Merthin was more than ready to cum, and with a roar of satisfaction he pumped his seed into her belly. The poor girl gagged and coughed on his meat, but he didn't let her pull away until the last spurt of his seed dribbled down her throat.